Big Paper ft. Yon Dee Lyrics

Oh Oh

Rapture, Yondee

Big paper for the envelope

If you talking about kwudi I'm available

I wan Dorime and ameno

The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh

More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money

More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh

Big paper for the envelope

If you talking about kwudi I'm available

I wan Dorime and ameno

The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh

More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money

More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh

Ayo say hello to my dawg fella

Yondee and I up on any track I bet you know we do it stellar

Who does it better you can ask your girl

I got her passing out multiple times shit like it was astro-world

It's factual I'm the king of my castle

Your gyal booty round I'ma hit it from the back too

We double down like it's part two

She can't get enough so she stuck on the nigga like a tattoo

Tush tin she's a rude queen, see the blueprint is to get more bucks see I'm talking big paper

Make the money stretch like it's yoga, whip it like it's soda body count longer than a soldiers.

I live it like I get it see there's nothing you can tell me

Used to go a couple of nights, no food in our bellies

But now we up on the telly my talisman was the talent

No telling where it be taking me, my story I'ma tell it

Big paper for the envelope

If you talking about kwudi I'm available

I wan Dorime and ameno

The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh

More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money

More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh

Aye no emotions you know feelings are dead

Up in the streets, nobody cares they chasing the bread.

Reason I grind like my life was for rent

I did what I did and it don't make a dent, in my confidence

My focus be just getting to the top, of the food chain

Ride around in a drop-top, with my boo thang

No chill she's a cold killer, baby gyal carry weight pon her backside like a dope dealer

Can't wait for the time we be making a toast

Up in a ghost, couple of folks who been there from the day one

Cheers to the wins and the ones that we lost

I bask in my victories and learn from my loss

Took the cross that we bore turned that shit into a ladder

I'd rather be at the top of the barrel I hate the scrabbling

Reason I grind homie, I need the Big papers

And if it's not about that shit I'll see u later

Haha